This is how the year begins.
At 4 am.
On the first day of the year.
Lynne and I kiss our three boys good-bye.
The first day starts at 4 am and is twenty-five hours long. Twenty-five hours of waiting for planes, riding on planes, and waiting for the next plane.
Waiting to get to China.
This is not just Lynne and I.
This is a team.
This is a team effort.
The staff at our adoption agency.
The staff at the orphanage.
This is how the red thread works.
It weaves it's way around the planet. Through a hundred people. It ties them together in a story. A story that begins and ends with me holding my daughter.